bUgS oF a DEeBugGEr

Friday, February 13, 2009

Epoch time and Epoch time milestone

The Unix epoch (also known as Unix Time Stamp) is the representation of time as the number of non-leap seconds since 00:00:00 UTC on January 1, 1970. It is introduced by Unix operating system, , standardised in POSIX. The clock is used not just by Unix, but also by Linux, Java, JavaScript, Mac OS X, and various other technologies. In the fields of chronology and periodization, an epoch means an instant in time chosen as the origin of a particular era. The "epoch" then serves as a reference point from which time is measured. Time measurement units are counted from the epoch so that the date and time of events can be specified unambiguously.

On Friday, February 13th 2009, 23:31:30 UTC, it will be exactly 1,234,567,890 seconds since the beginning of Epoch Time, which was on midnight of January 1, 1970. So it's the time for Unix nerds to celebrate 1234567890 :-)
And here's a site that's counting down to that momentous event: http://coolepochcountdown.com/

Labels: ,

Friday, January 16, 2009

An Idiot

Labels:

Monday, October 27, 2008

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Trailer for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince


Labels: ,

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

A Software Engineer's feelings.....

It was raining heavily outside. Dark clouds gathered in the sky and nature was in its ominous best. I took a break from my work and went to the pantry to grab a cup of coffee. I had a sip and went near the window to see the rain pouring down heavily outside the glass structure. I was inside our huge office building, unruffled by even the fierceness of the nature.

 

Through the heavy transparent glass, I could see a small girl trying to hold on to her umbrella which the wind was snatching away from her. I felt sorry for the girl, and was happy that I was not in a similar pathetic situation. Yes. I take pride for the fact that I am a software engineer.

 

I have everything which a common man would envy; money, status, respect, you name it I have it. I always wanted to be software professional and here I am, working for one of the best firms in the world. But then, am I really happy? Now, I could see an imprint of my palm on the other glass window, through which I reminisced my past, basked in the warmth of the sun shine.

 

My childhood was so much of fun. I vividly remember those rainy days, when I hugged my mother tightly during sleeping listening to all the stories told by her. Now, I have a big house here, but then it is just a house, not a home. My parents are pretty far away from me now. I have a cell phone to talk to them everyday, but then I really miss those dinners which I had with my family everyday. I could easily afford to taste all the different cuisines these days, but the best of food there, lack the love and affection which is present in the food prepared by my mother.

 

I threw a lavish party for my colleagues for my birthday, but then they would never replace the birthdays when my friends secretly brought a cake and at the end, half of the cake would have ended up on my face. The couple of hundred bucks that u save for a long period just to give a treat to your friends in the road side chat shop can never give the pleasure even after spending a few thousand bucks these days.

 

The scene of me crying and refusing to have lunch on the day when I fought with my best friend in college canteen came to my mind. Today, she has gone far away from me, taking away my love and with it my life, but I am sitting and coding here with a false smile on my face. Everyday I meet new people, but then I long ceased to make a new friend.


It's true that I have a lot of things now. I have a nice bed, but no time to sleep. Lots of money, but no friends to spend it with. The latest designer clothes, but a worn out body .
Quite a few to flirt, but no one to love. Awards for technical excellence, but no reward for the crave for peaceful ambience. A confident demeanor, but a reluctant and apathetic mind. Full of rain, but no sunshine even in the farthest distance.

 

Now, I could see the small girl on the road enjoying in the rain with her umbrella firmly in her grip. She might not have all the comforts which I have, but then she has the innocence and fun which I lost a long time back.
I have decided to come out of this false fantasy, even if it is at the expense of losing the tap of the software engineer. I am going to again enjoy my life. I am going to go out in the rain and play with the small kid now. I removed my tie, and went near my computer to shut it down.

 

Just then, I saw a new mail alert in my mail box. I slowly opened outlook and I found a message from my manager with an attachment saying that there was a critical defect in the code and I have to fix it soon. I convinced myself that I am not going to get bogged down again by these pressures and stick to my decision. I ignored the mail and went to the rest room. After a couple of minutes, the software engineer in me came out, his shirt tucked in with the perfect tie knot, sat before the computer, and started typing,

 

Hi XYZ,

I am looking into the defect and will send the patch files before EOD.

Regards,
Software Engineer.

(From a forwarded email)

Labels: ,

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Indian Oscar 2008

Indian Oscar 2008

Labels: ,

Monday, December 03, 2007

The history of 404 error message

In the 1980's a group of scientists at CERN (Switzerland) started working on what was to become the media revolution: the World Wide Web(WWW), or simply 'the Web'. Their aim was to create a database infrastructure that offered open access to data in various formats. They started developing their protocol called CERN's internal network.

In an office on the fourth floor (room 404), they placed the World Wide Web's central database.Any request for a file was routed to that office, where two or three people would manually locate the requested files and transfer them, over the network, to the person who made that request.When the database started to grow the number of requests grew and also the number of requests that could not be fulfilled, usually because the person who requested a file typed in the wrong name for that file.Soon these faulty requests were answered with a standard message: 'Room 404: file not found'.

Later, the manual processes were automated and people could directly query the database but the error message remained the same '404: file not found'. The room numbers remained in the error codes in the official release of HTTP (Hyper Text Transfer Protocol) and are still displayed when a browser makes a faulty request to a Web server.

Labels: , , ,